Thursday, October 8, 2009
Apparently, I've Become A Jewish Mother
Should I be offended my little girl flew the coop and soared? Her wings opened up and took flight less than two weeks ago, and still no tear-filled calls asking to come home. Just like when I took her to kindergarten- I cried. She didn't.
The child who once needed help with every single solitary thing, has become an adult who needs no help at all.
The metamorphosis I have watched in her recently astounds me. The change isn't only hers.
Apparently, I have become Jewish.
Well, not really. But, when I complained about my independent grown child to my friend Ken this morning while ordering my soy-chai-extra hot, he roared with laughter from behind the counter. "You sound just like a Jewish mother!"
Ken is from New Jersey. He should know.
"What's wrong with a grown daughter calling her mother once in awhile? She doesn't even have to leave a long message. I'd be fine if she just left the sound of breathing on my answering machine. At least then I'd know she was alive! I worked hand in hand with God to give this child life Ken. Do you have any idea how many stretch marks bear her name? And this is the thanks I get?!"
Hmmmm, maybe I need to popover and pay her a little surprise visit.
That isn't something a Jewish mom would do, is it?